And so the deceit from dcs childhood catches up with me....

[Caughtinmyweboflies]

What started as an innocent conversation has turned into a confession session, and my 21yo is shocked.

We were talking about a band he listened to as a kid (JLS if you're interested), and it came about that I told him when he was maybe 5 or 6 that their names were Aston, JB, Colin and Jeff (couldn't remember the other 2s names) and he just never questioned it for all these years.

As the conversation went on I had to confess to a multitude of things like dropping cool metal things ahead of him when he was out with his metal detector, he thought he was just really lucky, he thought he saw a meteor hit earth when he was about 8, they were doing a thing at school where an 'alien' crashed into earth and they did a whole term around teaching the alien stuff, so the night before I stood outside his bedroom window with a stereo and a flashlight, and he saw and heard this meteor and just never questioned it.

All in all I had to confess to maybe 10 things that I did to make his childhood magical and he is shook.

He's very clever, at uni, paying his own way by working full time, own flat etc, but he just never really questioned anything (also autistic and takes everything at face value as we have learned in the last few years).

I'm sitting here wracking my brains to other stuff I have done now.

(Lighthearted, he is actually very grateful and thanked me then got a bit teary, after he told me off 🤣)

Anyone else had innocent lies catch up with them?

This made me laugh out loud 😂

When dd wanted the large cuddly expensive hello kitty I told her it wasn’t for sale but we could visit it when ever she wanted. We did visit it and thankfully it wasn’t sold for awhile.

Told my kids that the tooth fairy wouldn’t always leave money as she only had a certain amount and preferred to give it to children who really needed it.

That is sad, poor you.

After my granny died we were all sitting about reminiscing and I said remember she had that wee dog that ran away on the train to Manchester- everyone burst out laughing i was 43 and still believed her dog got on a train in our town in central Scotland changed trains and went to Manchester and never came back. God knows how my granny was supposed to know where it went!

I told my dc that if they were ever really ill I would know because their eyebrows would hurt. When they tried to dodge swimming lessons with painful eyebrows I would stuff them in the car with swim bags and arm bands without a pang of guilt!

Oh so many!
My ds was scared of monsters, so I used to use the anti- monster powder in his room (shake n vac)! I also told him that monsters hate the smell of mummy's kisses, so he "reluctantly "allowed me to cover him with kisses so the monsters would leave him alone
My dad fought a troll once to retrieve a ball i dropped down a gulley. For years I believed I'd seen him do it!
I also had a goldfish that got ....unwell in occasion. Sometimes he had to stay at the vets a few days. When he came back he was sometimes fatter/ thinner/ a slightly different colour, all as a result of his illness. Noone else at school had as long lived a goldfish as me!
My kids knew about the crocodiles at the local park, and the park ranger backed me on how he dealt with the naughty ones. We had the hobbit that lived in the tree, that they spoke to each day (but only if noone else was around) and a myriad of other lore around our daily dog walks !
Happy times!

We wouldn’t let my DS have mini eggs when he was tiny because apparently the shape is a big choking hazard for young children. So we told him they were ‘salty’ and he wouldn’t like them. He finally tried one- ‘omg they’re NOT SALTY AT ALL!’ We still call them Salty Eggs 😆

In a similar vein, my grandmother didn’t want to let my mum and auntie try avocados when they were little (despite loving them herself) because they were expensive and she didn’t want them to develop a taste for them, and she didn’t want to share hers. So she told them they tasted of soap.

My Dad always called skimmed milk, 'bulls milk' when I was younger. Still does actually 🙈 it wasn't until I was 20ish that I realised it wasn't! 😂

Oh God, we did this with Roman pennies when they had a little metal detector. They still think they dug up a Roman hoard

I was half way through telling Dh about the time my aunt fell asleep and I asked her all these questions and she answered them in her sleep when I realized that she'd been having me on pretending to talk in her sleep! I'd just never reevaluated the story as an adult!

I'd seeded the garden with "jewels" and fancy stones for them to find.

Bulls milk! 🤮

Excellent 😆 I did the same thing with the Queen, I told DS that she got together with all the other kings, queens and presidents of the world to reach a consensus on what time children should go to bed. We refer to 7:30 as the Internationally Approved Child Bedtime.

Having read it in a book as a child, I told my children that if they fiddled with their bellybuttons (one of them used to poke it and make it sore), their bottoms would fall off.

I'd like to add one from when we were kids.
Bit strange!
My parents had a dog ornament, dog had a hole underneath.
They used to put malteasers under the dog, and say to my sister, I think the dogs done a poo.
She would pick up the dog, and eat the malteasers, sometimes going forward and back many, many times.

I wonder whether that's something she will share now she's an adult... very strange indeed, but as a child of 4 or 5 it made me laugh until my sides hurt.

My Dad says this to my children al the time! 🙈😂

We used to have woodland walks and told the DC that the circles on trees were the doors of fairy houses.

Many a walk was spent tapping on fairy doors.
But of course they never answered because fairies are soooo busy inside their little houses.

DD now in her thirties, says that was a magical time and still remembers it fondly.

Aww 😍

There's a very main road my grandad used to travel with us in the car that has stetches of red tarmac then black tarmac then red tarmac again. When asked why the change in colour he confidently informed me that prior to opening of the road the Queen was visiting in her horse and carriage. The Queen was so impressed with the road that she got out of her carriage and started walking the new road. This prompted the locals to paint red in front of her as she walked as the Queen couldnt walk unless she was on a red carpet/walkway. She got tired after a few miles so go back in her carriage hence the black tarmac stretch before having a further walk and the road being painted once again. I believed this until my early 20s when I learnt to drive and realised he was pulling my leg. I had told so many people this "fact" over the years and nobody corrected me!

All my dcs believed/believe that the tooth fairy only works at a weekend.
This started when my eldest lost her first tooth unexpectedly. No wobbles at all so I had no cash in the house to put under her pillow. I had to say something as I couldn't bear the disappointment in the morning so I came up with this.
There is a large age gap between my eldest and the next child. The eldest took her role as the older sister very seriously. She made sure her sister knew that the tooth fairy wasn't available during the week, and so it continued through the years.
My youngest is in the process of losing his
baby teeth atm. He only anticipates a visit from the tooth fairy on a Friday or Saturday night.
None of my children have ever questioned this or brought it up. I have a feeling this tradition may continue throughout the generations.

Not my child, but at uni I was talking to a girl and I thought her dad must be crazy, until I twigged.

She said “I used to have a rabbit when I was a kid, but my dad set it free”. She said it about a cat and a hamster. She genuinely believed her dad was some kind of animal captivity crusader, setting all the animals free. We were 19 or 20

There's 10 years between me and my brother so my teenage years were filled with a rowdy toddler/child who just would not stop or leave me be to be angsty and aloof on my own.

I used to tell him if he didn't behave then he'd end up getting sent away like our brother Timothy. He used to say but we haven't got a brother Timothy, to which I'd reply "exactly".

He was genuinely about 17 when he confronted my mum about it, and my mum couldn't believe I'd made something up so cruel but I just said he behaved didn't he?

We're best mates now.

When my DDs were 15 and 8 we took a trip to Amsterdam, as we wandered around the canals we saw the red light district and my youngest wanted to know why there were ladies in the windows. I explained it by commenting how many tanning salons were there and the ladies were standing waiting for their spray tans to dry. She believed every word of it! Until that is, when as a fully grown woman her bf of 5 years went to Amsterdam on a boys trip. Yup she told him all about the tanning salons and was mortified when I fessed up and told her the real reason for the ladies in the windows 🤣

I had a doll when I was little. It had a plastic face and the body was soft. The body was blue and it looked like it had a wee blue hood up. His name was Colin. I loved Colin

One day Colin disappeared. I was heartbroken. Mum & Dad assured me he'd come back.

A week or so later - big excitement when my Nana arrived to visit & had Colin with her!! Not only was he home but he was wearing a brand new outfit in a different shade of blue. Turned out he wasn't missing, he'd got the bus to Glasgow to buy a new outfit then forgot what bus to get home. Thankfully my Nana was in Glasgow shopping one day & ran into him and brought him home. I was so happy to see him back

Then. Plot twist. A couple of months later he appeared in his original outfit. Until the time I grew out of him he regularly changed outfits.

He waa long forgotten about until I remembered the story of his trip to Glasgow when I was in my teens. Nana had gone in to buy a replacement but couldn't get the same colour. The original Colin was found up a tree - we think some teenagers had taken him out my dolls pram and flung him up. He was put through the wash before reappearing

I absolutely love that Mum & Dad, with the help of Nana went to such trouble to not only replace him but come up with such a brilliant story.

I was raised by my 'stepdad' from age 2-3. As far as I'm concerned, I've never had a stepdad, just a dad. I took his surname legally on my 18th birthday. He's the most wonderful man.

Even better, he was magic.

Every weekend, he would take my favorite cup, turn it upside down and place a cloth over it. He'd grab a magic wand that belonged to my Sooty hand puppet, tell me to close my eyes (for the magic to work), say "Izzy, wizzy, let's get busy!" and tap the cup three times. He'd remove the cloth, pick up the cup and lo-and-behold, without fail their would be a Kinder Egg underneath.

I told all my friends that he was a magician. I became obsessed with Paul Daniels, and got his magic set for Christmas.

The older I got though, the less he'd do the magic trick. I often tried to replicate it myself, but it never worked. Still, for some reason, despite him raising me a cynic, I grew up believing that my dad could conjure Kinder Eggs.

One morning when I was TEN YEARS OLD, my dad came downstairs early and caught me with a tea towel over my favorite cup, black marker in place of a wand, trying to recreate the trick. It must have taken every ounce of his willpower not to burst out laughing.

He spilled the beans. Turns out, when I was closing my eyes, he was slipping a previously concealed Kinder Egg under the cup by hand. He wasn't magic at all. Everything I knew was a lie.

When Wilf was small we visited friends at their holiday cottage by the sea. My friends husband took Wilf out into the sea and he unfortunately got stung by a jellyfish..
When he got back to the shore, in between sobs he asked why he got stung and I told him it was because he tasted nice!! 🤣